All a part of one.
What is it that I love
What is it that I pray for
What is it that I want my heart to remain beating for?
If it is not you, then it is not me.
If it is not the songs that I hear from the trees,
The luring crisp from a strand of grass,
Then I shall not stay alive for me.
I am of you, you are of me.
We are all an Eye, more than a we.